FRIENDLY FIRE: A 9-1-1 fanfiction

Part Twenty-Seven: 48 Hours

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EDDIE

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"Any word from the cops yet?" Buck rushed out the second he saw me, placing down the pile of flyers in his hands on the firehouse kitchen counter.

I sighed, raising the coffee cup to my lips before shaking my head, "Nothing."

"Well, that," Buck huffed, "is simply unacceptable. Take one of these." He passed a flyer off the top to me. "I'm going to pass these out on every call and give them to as many people as I see."

The flyer had a photo of Emma and Buck posing together in it, his face was scribbled out though. There was a large, red, 'missing' word posted on the top of it and at the bottom, Buck had written down a $3 reward if found.

"You really splurged on the reward, huh?" Hen tried to joke, turning the flyer over after looking at it.

"Well I would have written down a larger sum if anyone else donated," Buck quipped, "all you would give me is quarters."

"We didn't think you were serious," Chimney rolled his eyes, the usual energetic tone to his voice dulled.

"I'm going to put some of these out front," Buck decided, picking up a few flyers, "and I'll add some to the trucks too."

"Athena said they're doing everything they can," Hen moved to reassure him, trying to force a smile onto her face.

"Well, Emma's still not here, is she?" Buck suddenly snapped, his smile disappearing swiftly before forcefully reappearing again. "All I'm saying is we can always do more."

"Come on," I stood up before Hen could say anything else, taking some of the flyers with me, "we can go put them up together."

"Thank you, Eddie," Buck emphasised my name, waving his hand at me, "very helpful of you, what a great example for us all."

"Just go," I sighed, shoving his shoulder slightly to get him to walk.

Buck walked ahead of me, keeping a pep to his steps as he went. He'd been trying to be overly optimistic since Emma had been taken. He'd volunteered to work at the emergency information line and he'd picked up all of her shifts so she'd still get a full pay check at the end of the month. Chimney had helped too, covering what Buck couldn't.

"So I'm thinking, we make a heart out of flyers on the firehouse door," Buck spoke happily, his smile not reaching his eyes. "Then, we can ask Ricardo next door to put up a flyer in his window."

"Sounds good," I nodded, looking around the street afterwards. I couldn't help but hoping that for whatever reason I'd just randomly see her storming into the station, grumpy about one thing or another.

Instead, I saw something I definitely did not want to see.

"So, we're here today to give our prayers to the family of 'the Hydrophobe's' next victim, Firefighter Emma Gonzales!" Some young influencer was crouched beside the entrance of the firehouse, a lit candle in his hands as his friend recorded him. "The timer has already started so Gonzales has approximately 35 hours to be rescued before she succumbs to dehydration, do you think the detectives will be able to do it? Let me know in the comments what you think and I'll start a poll!"

"What the hell is he doing?" Buck growled, already going towards the influencer.

"Buck," I called after him, putting down my flyers before rushing after him.

"Okay, now let's light a candle for her and— Hey! What are you doing?! I'm filming here!" The influencer screamed out as Buck took the camera from the friends hands, swiftly throwing it into a nearby trashcan. "What the fuck!"